The residence students of Taiching Prefecture had no idea that the beautiful silhouette, which never stopped even for a moment, was leaving to take advantage of the good sunny day to wash and air out her husband's bedding.
Some men could only stretch their necks and stare blankly as Zhao Lingfei walked away, then one by one, they casually withdrew their gazes, or pretended to look elsewhere, at other women, all while silently fortifying their resolve to diligently practice cultivation in the hope that one day they might have the chance to stand beside her rather than just yearn for her retreating figure.
Even though, realistically speaking, such aspirations were so distant and faint, that even speaking of them would become a joke among their peers.
But if they could improve themselves, then perhaps one day when Zhao Lingfei's glancing gaze accidentally swept over them, they too could stand tall, unashamed, in her presence... maintaining at least a shred of dignity.
